Reborn at Eighteen The Billionaire's Second Chance novel Chapter 97

Chapter 97

“I’m tired.”

“What did you do this weekend?”

Lay in bed suffering from Plan B side effects. From what you did to

1. me.

“Rested.”

“Did you eat properly?”

My stomach lurched at the thought of food.

“Yes.”

His eyes hardened. “You’re lying.” His voice went colder. Sharper. “You’re pale. You have circles under your eyes. You can barely sit

straight.”

I said nothing.

He leaned forward. Not touching me. But close enough that I could

smell his cologne. Expensive. Clean.

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“We’re going to Lenox Hill. Dr. Chen is expecting us.”

My pulse jumped. Fear spiked through me.

“I don’t need a doctor.”

“That’s not your decision.”

“Julian—”

“You agreed this morning, Elara.” His voice was firm. Final. “You agreed to let me take care of certain… arrangements. This is part of

it.”

My throat tightened. Would a gynecologist be able to tell I’d taken emergency contraception? Would there be signs?

The car turned onto the FDR. Manhattan skyline sliding past.

My hands were shaking. I pressed them together. Tried to stop it.

Julian noticed. Of course he did.

“What are you so afraid of?”

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Everything. You. This. What’s happening to me.

“Nothing.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

I closed my eyes. “I just… I don’t like doctors.”

Silence. Then:

“You’ll be fine. Dr. Chen is the best.”

The nausea got worse. I leaned my head against the cool window. The glass was cold against my skin. Grounding.

I heard movement. Then Julian’s hand appeared in front of me. Holding a water bottle from the car fridge.

“Drink.”

I took it. My fingers brushed his. Just for a second. His skin was warm.

I unscrewed the cap. Sipped slowly. The cold water helped. Slightly.

Julian was still close. I could feel him watching me.

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“You’re not just tired,” he said quietly. “Something’s wrong with you.”

Everything’s wrong. You’re what’s wrong.

I kept my eyes closed. Didn’t answer.

He didn’t push. But he didn’t move away either.

We stayed like that. Me leaning against the window. Him sitting close.

The silence between us filled with all the things we weren’t saying.

My body hurt. My heart hurt. I wanted to scream at him. To hit him.

To make him feel what I felt.

But I also wanted him to keep sitting there. Close. Solid. Real.

I hated that I wanted that.

I hated myself for it.

Lenox Hill Hospital rose ahead. All glass and steel. VIP entrance on

the side.

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Atlas pulled up smoothly. Opened my door.

Julian got out first. Then turned. Looked at me.

Waited.

I climbed out. My legs felt weak. Unsteady.

His hand caught my elbow. Not rough. But firm. Steadying me.

I looked down at his hand on my arm. His fingers were long. Strong.

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